I felt sick. My hair was tangled and my face was scratched and muddy. I could smell his sweat as he heaved against me and every single one of my limbs...ached; I could barely move. I sobbed, hardly able to breathe, as he gained pace, occasionally stopping to spit down on my ass again.“Do you like that, you fucking slut?” He growled, wrenching my head back with each thrust. I still heard the music of the party inside, trembling faintly in the air. The lights glimmered past the trees but we were. I had my coat and we started walking through the park the moon was high it was late summer, so it wasn’t that cold the moonlight reflected on her skin and she looked beautiful. Her body was in great shape and she had a great butt and her breast was beautiful as well. We got home to my apartment we got inside, and she asked if I had anything to drink. I found a bottle of whiskey and we shared a glass. She moved in closer to me on the bedside and suddenly she leaned in grabbed my neck and clawed. Then he looses his sight and blacks out. He feels the creature holding him softly and lovingly like a mother holds her new born baby. He takes one last look before blacking out and sees green eyes staring at him with a smile. Then a kiss that fills his lungs with air for him to live on as they move through the ocean water. Caim moves his arm but ends up touching her breast and he blushes as he tries to say sorry he forgets he is under water. He loses air and she again kisses him and fills his. Lisa continued on with her lawyer’s voice but with less success or attempt at covering the sexual tension that was now clearly mixed in. In fact, she let the towel drop from her hips as she moved her mouth closer to my ear as if someone outside the ‘interrogation room’ might hear. I could feel her breath and body so close now. And like an experienced interrogator moving in for the kill, she made sure there was not an inch of space between us; not an inch between her large sports bra-covered.